Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Scion,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.